Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.